Title: "Gym Class Was Never This Physical"
Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: Brooke and Sam study anatomy together.
This," Brooke's breath hitched, "This is your breast bone."
"That's not very technical," Sam's eyes were glued on Brooke's hand. It was resting between her breasts, fingernails grazing her skin ever so lightly. Sam was sure Brooke wasn't even aware she was doing it. She wasn't about to meet her hazel eyes to find out.
"It's not," Brooke agreed, nodding slightly. A blush overcame her cheeks, and she couldn't think straight. She was close, this close to Sam, and all she could do is sputter out anatomical terms left and right except now she was at a loss for words.